Page 17 of Pretend I'm Yours
“Deeper, sugar. As deep as you can go.” It’s so hot watching her play with herself, her pussy growing wetter. “Need to clean you up.” I grab her hand and help her gather more cum, then push it into her, back and forth until it’s all gone. “It hurts again,” I tell her, grabbing my dick, fully hard again.
“Do you need another massage?”
I nod. “But I think I need something…different from your hand to take the pain away.”
Her mouth drops open with understanding. “You mean…?”
“I need to fuck you. That’s the only way it’ll stop hurting. That’s what you want, right? To be a good girl and help your uncle?”
“Yes, Uncle Declan,” she breathes out in a rush, hands back to twisting the sheets. When I get into position, one elbow braced on the mattress, she asks, “Will it hurt? I’ve never had sex before.”
With our lips inches apart as I line myself up, I tell her, “A little at first, but the longer it goes on, the better it will feel here, in your tummy,” I say, caressing her lower belly. “I promise.”
“Ok,” she says in hardly a whisper.
“Thank you, sugar.” I give her the softest of kisses before I part her lower lips with my crown and cautiously work my full length inside the hottest pussy to ever exist. “How does that feel?”
“Full.” She wiggles her hips. “Hurts a little…a little right here,” she says, pushing a hand between us to lay it flat over her stomach. “What about you?”
I lick my bottom lip. “It still hurts.”
She lightly scrapes her nails down my back and clenches her inner muscles. “Does that help?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, it does.” I withdraw and thrust inside her again, going as slow as I possibly can since her pussy still needs time to adjust to my size. “You’re giving me the best massage I’ve ever had.”
“Really?”
Our noses bump when I nod. “You have the best hands.”Another slow thrust. “The kindest heart.” But then I shake my head. “I don’t deserve a niece as wonderful as you.”
“That’s not true,” she says, lightly scraping her fingernails up and down my spine.
“It is true. I’m the worst uncle imaginable for doing this to you.”Truly. “But nothing can stop me now.” I plunge even deeper inside her, making the bed rock. Then harder as she lifts her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Chapter 6
Kason
Bleary-eyed after imagining what Declan and Corinne might be up to since dropping them off a few hours ago, wondering if I had been seeing things that weren’t there between them, I let myself into the dark house, following the sound of a creaking bedframe to Declan’s bedroom. After obsessing over who Corinne was talking about when she said her date was the best she’d ever had, it took me longer than it should have to realize Declan hadn’t been completely honest with me abouthisdate. It’s confirmed when I quietly peek through the crack of his door.
My cock instantly grows hard, straining against my jeans, to not only find my best friend and my niece together, the sheets twisted up around their gorgeous, naked bodies in the moonlight, but also because I’m just in time to see Corinne turn her face toward the side of the mattress and say in a low, alarmed voice, “Be careful, or you’ll wake up Uncle Kason.”
They’re pretending I’m asleep in bed with them while Declan fucks our niece? It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard before, and I cup my dick, squeezing my shaft through the stiff, denim material.
“Maybe we should wake him up,” Declan says with a moan, yanking Corinne’s right knee up higher along his ribs. “You know how hard he works. He’d love one of your massages.”
Corinne moans louder. “With my hands or…”
Declan thrusts harder, the headboard cracking against the wall as if trying to make as much noise as possible to wake me from a deep sleep. “With your hot little pussy. His dick is even bigger than mine—”
How the fuck does he know that?
“So he could go deeper. Make your tummy feel even better.”
“Really?” she asks in a hopeful voice, and she twists the sheets on the side of the bed, as if reaching for an invisible body.My body. “But what if he tells my dad?”
Oh. My. Fucking. God. My heart slams into my ribs, my thoughts spinning as I sink into whatever fantasy they’ve concocted, and I shove my hand under my waistband, gripping my cock tight to keep from spilling my cum in my boxers when it would be spent so much better elsewhere.
Declan says, “One stroke inside you when it’s his turn, and he’ll swear not to tell a soul. It’ll be our little secret.”
